Anny's Library

🎀HER. DEVIANT. MONSTER🎀

(🎭His. Deadly. Obsession🎭)

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(Craving a mafia princess)

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Chapter 21&22.

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★Penthouse★

Melanie left the house right after Lucy had a long nap and woke up in the middle of the afternoon, they had lunch, ate in silence, and Melanie excused herself without questioning Lucy about what happened.

The more time Melanie throws at Lucy, the guiltier Lucy becomes.

She has to open up now before it's too late. She had lost many things in life, but losing Melanie is completely out of it.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she paused at the nightstand to stare at the knife, the thick, black handle glaring back at her and she slowly reached for it.

Her stalker literally had his hand wrapped around the sharp blade, it cut through his glove, and wet her fingers with it. It just felt like a sick way of staking his claim. She wonders if he's okay. She hasn't heard from him in hours and that's so unlike him.

Is there any chance that he actually got shot?. Bled to death and dîed somewhere hidden?.

Shouldn't she be happy if he actually dîed?

Dropping the knife, she grabbed her phone and quickly replaced the SIM cards, dropping her original one on the nightstand and inserting her fake one.

She needs to make this call right now.

She paced around her room in agitation as the call continues to ring, she's restless, utterly and completely out of her element. Her eleven years of disguise is slowly crashing down on her.

And just when it felt like the call will never connect, Karie's voice flitterd through, and Lucy stopped pacing to close her eyes. Letting her sisters voice sink into her soul, and breath life into her like a good vodka would.

Having Katrina reaching out is like a drug, and just like a ju**ie, Lucy can never get enough.

"Lucien...."

"I thought you said nobody else knew?. For ten years since we've been communicating, you told me that nobody knows that I'm still alive, you said my secret was safe. Why did you lie to me?" Lucy asked, the hurt in her voice evidently painful.

It must have surprised Karie because she doesn't say anything for a whole minute. Trying to process what her sister is saying.

"Why would I lie?. I told you everything over here is just as you left it. Mom is still devastated about your dèath. Dad still holds your annual memorial service. And Alaric still blames himself for pushing you too hard as well." Karie said and Lucy let's out a scoff.

"Karie, I just found out that one of Dad's soldiers has been living with me for ten years. Exactly the same year I reached out to you for the first time. He's been keeping an eye on me all these while and you know what that means." Lucy seethe vehemently.

"What?.... How did that happen?. I'm very sure that nobody else knew...."

"You are so wrong. You are still wrong about your assumptions!. How could you let me down like this? I trusted you enough to look out for me. I'm the reason you haven't been shipped off into an arranged marriage, and you couldn't do this simple thing for me?. Why?" Lucy asked, her eyes brimming with tears.

"You know that's not true. I swear to God, Lucien, I had no idea that Dad already knew about your secret. Everyone was feeling so sad about it and I just thought...."

"Well, you thought wrong." Lucy cuts her off sharply. "I almost got killed today as well. Two soldiers had been watching me from the shadows, and I had no idea. I'm terribly disappointed in you, sis. " Lucy pointed out and Karie's light gasp could be heard.

"We both had no idea!. Why are you making me feel so guilty about everything?. How should I have known that Dad was faking?. Can you just stop playing the victim card here?. I'm also trying my best to keep your secrets!" Karie lashed out.

"If you had paid enough attention to what was happening around you, then you would have figured out Dad was lying, you would have known he's been pretending all these while." Lucy continues to rant.

"Who almost kîlled you?... And how did it happen?" Karie suddenly asked and Lucy almost chewed on her tongue.

Her heart beat suddenly spiked up.

If she should tell Karie what happened last night, that means she would have to go into details, and going into details means telling her why she stepped out of the house by twelve midnight in the first place, and telling her why she stepped out of the house at that oddly time of the night means revealing her secret stalker.

Hesitation settled in fast.

For some reason, she can't possibly bring herself to tell Katrina, at least not now.

They might be bloôd sisters, but Melanie deserves to know first.

Telling anyone else before Melanie would be complete backstabbing, and she will never hurt Melanie like that.

So, she decided to go for lying.

Because apparently, it makes everything easier to avoid.

"He came into my house, and I tried fighting him, but he had a gun. I managed to defend myself, but it wasn't easy, thank God I was quick enough to send a beep call to my boss, her husband had his security team storming in the next hour and they captured him." Lucy lied, it felt so easy to get the words out of her mouth.

"And.... The other one that's been living with you for ten years now?" Karie asked, not completely believing the cooked up story.

"I managed to get him to speak up. Honestly, I've been suspecting him for a while now, so it wasn't that hard finding out the truth." Lucy said, feeling extremely bad for her lies.

Silence stretched for three minutes before Karie released a strained breath, Lucy could tell she wanted to push further but she's holding back.

"I'm really sorry, I just never thought Dad knew. It's so surprising." Karie managed to get the words out.

"It's fine, I will take care of it, just don't reach out for the main time." Lucy said.

"What?" Karie doesn't sound happy about the request.

"Don't argue with me, just listen. As it is now, it's a complete game over for me, my cover has been busted, and there's no need hiding again. I'm tired of living in the shadows..... Karie?." Lucy paused as the call gets disconnected in the next minute.

She pulled her phone away from her ear to look at it. Karie ended the call abruptly, which is so weird because it has never happened before.

Something isn't right.

"What the fuçk?" Lucy tried calling again, but it went straight to voicemail.

Shît.

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★Moscow, Russia★

(Karie's Room.)

Karie immediately turned off her phone, and shoved it underneath her pillow as the door to her room suddenly pushed open. Expecting it to be her Mom— because that woman is intrusive as fuçk, Karie straightened up and grabbed a book nearby, pretending to be engrossed in reading it.

But the scent of a completely different cologne filled her room, it's like a mixture of harmony and sîn. It's so unique and completely different from what she's used to.

Hailey steps further into the room and Karie's eyes widened slightly, her book losing it's balance and falling into her lap. She didn't even know she stopped breathing until her chest started contrasting, so she had to force her mouth open for air.

Hailey stopped a few feet into the room, taking in the largeness, atheistiesty, and feeling. It's so simple yet charming. No excessive decorations but it's still perfectly styled to sophistication.

"Ms Lucy...."

"What are you doing in my room?" Karie's daze immediately wilders, and Hailey blinked repeatedly by the harshness in her tone.

"I just came in to check up on you, you haven't left your room since morning and I couldn't find you in the office, I was...."

"Worried?" Karie cuts her off abruptly, standing up and making the mistake of closing the distance between them.

Without her heels on, Karie realized that indeed Hailey's taller than her. She never knew.

Maybe her heels must be decieving because she's just shoulders length up to Hailey. Which means, she has to bend her neck backwards to glare at her.

Fuçk. Her intimidation tactics had just flown out the window.

"Shouldn't I be worried about you?" Hailey asked, and the dropping behind her voice gave Karie a whiplash. "I mean, I was hired to take care of you, and make sure you are always alright." She adds and Karie swallowed deep.

She wasn't ready for this.

Getting smacked right in the face with someone like Hailey. Sometimes she wonders what's so attractive about her, and then glimpses of Hailey running her long fingers through her blonde curls would flash through her mind, and her thinking process would be turned off.

But what if it's all in her head?

What if Hailey has a boyfriend?.

What if she isn't a q***r?

What if she's homophobic like her parents?

That has Karie moving backwards, there's no way she's going to risk it.

"I don't want you anywhere near my private shît. Get the fuçk out, right now." Karie ordered and Hailey tipped her head sideways, the end of her ponytail following her movements.

"Why are you so defensive?. You are always in a hurry to get rid of me" Hailey stated.

"Why are we having this conversation?" Karie tried to sound normal, fuçk, she's trying not to give any emotions away.

But Hailey is super smart and she's been noticing things too.

"What are you so afraid of?. Are you hiding something?" Hailey asked and Karie's eyes widened.

Intruder.

Despite being taller than her, Karie grabbed Hailey's ponytail from behind and forcefully pulled back. Getting in her face with a maniatic expression.

"Mind your fuçking business." Karie seethe and a devilish smirk tugged Hailey's lips.

It takes Karie by surprise.

She didn't know when Hailey reached behind and yanked the hand holding her hair in a dèath grip.

Karie released the most sweetest, startled gasp as both of her hands are pinned behind her back— causing her chest to jut out in the process, and Hailey's staring down at her with a smirk, her eyes shining with something so feral and also filled with hidden promises.

Karie must be breathing through her ears, because her senses are filled with Hailey, their chests are flushed against each other, Karie is more endowed, and that sent exciting sparkles down Hailey's spine.

"Ohhh." Karie's mouth dropped open, with the feel of Hailey's lips brushing against her ear, her long fingers curling around both hands pinned to her back, and her legs almost giving out on their own accord.

"Nobody tosses me around, princess. I only do the tossing." Hailey whispered and Karie melts into the feeling.

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★Axel's Room★

Gently wiping the blood off Axel's injured shoulder, Maverick grabbed a new sterile bandage and carefully dressed the injury up. Being prone to violence made Maverick extremely good at handling situations like this.

"Wonder why you are not a doctor." Axel teased as Maverick reached for the syringe.

Axel knows this is reckless— having Maverick treat his re-opened wound that is, but having to deal with Knox and Lisa's attitude wasn't an option, and besides, Maverick knows what he's doing.

He guess.

"Ten out of ten recommendations would say I'd end up fuçking all the nurses than treating the actual patients.... So there you have it." Maverick shrugged, and Axel couldn't help but laugh at Maverick's absurdness.

He's definitely a nutcase.

Getting the syringe ready, Maverick carefully administered the tetanus toxoid injection intramuscularly (into the muscle) the deltoid muscle (upper arm). Axel doesn't even flinch. And if Maverick weren't to be packing the aid box, he wouldn't have known they're finished.

To be honest. All the brothers are mostly scared of Axel.

Out of all of them. He's the one with the real thirst for sa**sm. Kîlling doesn't faze him. If given the chance, he wouldn't mind pulling a trigger into every fuçkers forehead.

So yeah.... They tend to stay out of his way most of the time.

Only Thane has what it takes to fully challenge Axel's demons, because they're similar when it comes to complexity.

But even at that, Axel is a pure morally gray man.

Standing up and walking towards his work space in his room, he pulled the buttom drawl open and reached inside, Maverick watched as Axel pulled out the bullet that almost kîlled him.

He actually found it. Despite bleeding uncontrollably at early hours of morning, he searched everywhere and found it.

"Axel.... You need to take a break." Maverick said in all seriousness. "You are spiralling out of control."

Axel's fingers curled around the bullet.

"I'm fine." Axel mumbled, obviously not ready for this conversation.

"No, you are not." Maverick glared at him. "You might end up kîlling someone at this point. With the way you are going. I'm afraid you might lose before even getting started." He adds and Axel's sharp eyes found Maverick's.

"Lose?" Axel asked, the mockery evident. "I never lose, not now, not ever." He said, slowly stalking towards Maverick.

Since Maverick is leaner amongst the brothers, he's an inch taller than Axel. His long curls framing his face as his psychotic brother stopped right in front of him.

"Is she really worth this?" Maverick asked. "You risking your life every damn time. Sneaking around, trying to get kîlled in the process. Is she worth your bloôd?" He adds and Axel smriked.

"What's like to love the wind in your hair?. Your breath after you haven't been able to breathe? Your heartbeat when you thought you didn't have one?. Recovering your sanity when you thought you'd lost it?, If you eventually figure that out, then you will know half of what I feel for Lucien Volkov Murrieta." He voiced out firmly, and Maverick couldn't believe his ears.

"You are in love with her?" Maverick asked carefully in other not to earn a punch, and Axel slowly looked away, his eyes trained on the bullet in his tight hold.

"I'd take a fuçking flying bullet for her. I don't mind, just as long as she's safe in my arms." Axel confessed and Maverick slowly pulled his brother in for a hug.

Even though this is the sickest form of adoration, Axel genuinely cares about his favorite obsession, and he'll only love her the way only he knows how to love.

Scaring the living fuçk out of her, while he keeps her safe from the world.

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★Melanie/Thane's Resident★

Slowly pulling the door open, Melanie stepped into Thane's home office, his intoxicating, woodsy scent filling her hungry nostrils as she gently closed the door behind her, leaning back on it and staring at her husband who's already staring at her.

She felt that thud against her chest. She might have told Lucy you only get that shaken feeling once? But each time she's closer to Thane, that feeling never ceases to make it's presence known in her heart.

To say Melanie now drags Thane's shirts with him would be hilariously sweet, but she has, and he doesn't mind because seeing her covered in his clothes is a different kind of foreplay on it's own.

"Are you still mad at me?" Melanie small voice filled the room and Thane slowly leaned back on his swivel chair, regrading his babygirl with satisfaction and something closer annoyance.

She actually made Thane angry by stubbornly taking Lucy's side, despite knowing Thane was right.

"Come here." Thane ordered and her feet moved towards him on their own accord. The way his calm voice dishes out firm orders has a way of turning her brain up-side-down.

Melanie stopped beside him and he pulled he chair backwards, the wheels underneath making the action smooth, and he gave a silent order for her to straddle him.

And she did, lopping her arms around his neck and failing to contain her smile.

"I might be mad at you, but I wanna do that while touching you." He murmured, his eyes dropping to her stomach and his chest expands with pure warmth.

"Please, don't send Lucy away." Melanie pleads, because she knows Thane has what it takes to get rid of Lucy in less than five minutes. It wouldn't take him anything to have her out of Arlington forever.

"She's a huge threat to our family, Melanie. We're at risk with her hovering around us." He said, trying to make her understand the risks.

"Can you...."

"No." Thane cuts her off lightly. Cupping her cheeks and staring at her cute face. "It's not my story to tell." He said and Melanie sighed softly.

"Can you please not send her away." She begs again. "For my sake?." Melanie pouts and Thane chuckled. Pulling her face forward till their noses are touching.

"I'm not making any promises, Sunshine." He murmured and she frowned upon his words.

"That's not fair." She whined, her lower lip pushing forward and Thane's right hand drops to it, caressing the plump flesh softly and her eyes softened in satisfaction.

"You are so beautiful." He voiced out and she gave him a teasing smirk.

"Stop trying to change the subject." She pointed out.

"I'm damn serious." He voiced out and she hugs him to herself.

"I love you so much Thane. With everything in me. I don't mind giving up everything just to be with you. You are my world, my happiness and my monster. I care about you so fuçking much." Her lips danced at the corner of his neck as she confessed her undying love.

"You are also my existence, babygirl." He voiced out genuinely.

"But I can't survive without Lucy." She said and something in him softens.

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★Adrian's Office★

The only reason Adrian became the strongest Pakhan in his reign is because of his strategic way at planning. He's so fuçking cunning, and unpredictable that enemies usually fail to know what he has in mind.

He comes up with the best, destructive plans. Executing them to perfection. It's hard to know what's going on on his mind, or know his next move.

So imagine his fuçking surprise when both of his plans completely came out void.

First, he lost a loyal solider. And now his must trusted spy has been caught, two opposing forces crushing his plans completely, automatically making Plan A a big àss failure.

"I told you, why don't we just mount our gaurds on and go get her. I don't see why you're planning all these elaborate strategy that's not giving any positive results." Sergei pondered and Adrian is finding it difficult to know if he's just unwise or just been ignorant.

"Oh we could do that. Storm Arlington, grab my daughter, blow up the city with explosives, and get on with our lives." Adrian sassed and Sergei looks away.

"That's not what I meant." Sergei said.

"Shut the fuçk up and think, Sergei." Adrian voiced out firmly. "My wife and son don't know that Lucien is still alive. And if we force our hands on Lucien, she'll never agree to the terms. We need to trap her in the most biggest, nastiest, complicated situation ever known. She'll have no choice but to get married to Aero. She'll have to do it." He adds and Sergei nods dutifully.

So, despite Alaric getting married to Svetlana. Adrian wasn't satisfied with the benefits that came along with it. And when he figured out that the dèad body that was found wasn't actually Lucien?. He reinstated the marriage alliance behind his family's back.

Aero is already married, but his wife isn't considered as the first. And when Lucien is eventually trapped, she'll get married to him, become his first wife, and Adrian would be ten times higher in power. Conquering another territory.

Aero is now forty-four years old, and Lucien twenty-nine, making their Age-gap a little bit tolerating.

"But how are we supposed to trap her?. It's impossible." Sergei said and Adrian smirked, leaning forward and tapping his index finger on the expensive table.

"Nothing is impossible. And as for Axel King. I don't want him dèad yet, at least not now...." Adrian trails off.

"Why?" Sergei asked.

"Because he'll be the one through which I will be able to get my daughter again. You just watch and see how I will crush his life before his eyes." Adrian said, his voice hardening.

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★A few days later★

★Police Headquarters★

The room is dimly lit, with a long polished table in the center. The walls are adorned with frame photos of police officers and government officials. The Head of the security team, sits rigidly in a chair, his eyes fixed Nonna King.

Thane and Axel are steated on the other side of the table, the room is so fuçking cold despite the hot weather in Arlington.

Nonna's stern gaze are focused on Thane, she's still very much mad at him, his drastic decisions making without full permission from her.

"Nonna King, thank you for having this meeting with me, we're here to discuss the events surrounding the mûrdered officer. Jonathan Will-Smith" The head of security said and Nonna shakes her head in disposal.

"I don't own any explanations to a case I had no idea about until recently. My son, Thane, said he had the situation handled and under control. So if you must, you need to ask him any questions you may have." Nonna voiced out painlessly and Axel's eyes darted between the both of them.

The Head of security looks perplexed by Nonna's words but decided to do as she said. Her unforgiving eyes are focused on Thane and he returned it head-on.

"Can you talk us through the events of that day?. What was officer Jonathan's assignment?" The head of security asked and Thane leaned forward, placing both hands on the icey table.

"He wasn't on an assignment. He was actually dismissed for his three days leave, but unfortunately got attacked by an unknown van. It's more of like an out-of-working-hours incident." Thane answered sharply.

The conversation is being recorded so the goal is to be mindful of what you say.

"Did officer Jonathan report any concerns or threats prior to the incident?" The head of security asked.

Axel's fingers are rolling on the bullet underneath the table, his eyes are focused on Thane as he answered.

"No. As a matter of fact, no threats or whatsoever was reported by him." Thane answered.

"Are you really sure that there was no hidden message was being passed by him. He was gruesomely mûrdered. And all trails are pointing at his departure right before his car was highjacked on the highway." The Head of security said.

"We only found a dèath threat after his dead body was dumped in our station. And our family is next in line to whatever this charade is. The note has been submitted to you, no?. What are your findings so far?" Axel suddenly chimed in before Thane could, and the Head of security was caught unawares.

"All outlets are void." The Head of security pointed out.

"Exactly." Axel's voice took a deep edge. "So instead of trying to pin blames on us, you should be investigating properly on the note. Finger prints, anything that could bring out a positive result. Not just sitting down here and spewing nonsense." He adds and Thane's hand landed on his thigh underneath the table.

Axel is getting more aggressive by the day.

This stopped a few years back. He was able to tame his ragging impluse, always avoiding confrontations, and being alone. But everything is crashing down.

And it's all because of her.

Thane's eyes hardened again.

"I'm just doing my job, Axel King." The Head of security pointed out and Axel scoffed.

"Yeah right." Axel rolled his eyes and Nonna hits her hand on the table, scolding him with her eyes.

"Enough, Deviant." She called out, and Axel's lips sealed shut, his anger bubbling under the surface. "Let the officer do his job." She adds.

"Well, for now we have no evidence against what actually happened to him. But I promise we'll come to the buttom of this situation as soon as possible. In the main time, I need y'all to allow us do the needful." The head of security said and Thane nods lightly.

"I will also be on the lookout. This isn't a one man's job." Thane pointed out firmly.

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(Midnight)

★Penthouse★

Lucy never thought she'd be getting rid of her disguise this soon— okay calling eleven years soon might be kinda clichè but still. She never thought she'd see her true self staring back at her.

She got rid of her contact lenses, the black orbs are now replaced with light brown orbs. like the sunset. It's so yellowish-brown you'd think it was the sun itself. (Just a little exaggeration won't kîll)

The wig she literally guled to her hair has been ripped off, it took hours to soften the edges, her scalp treatment was a hectic one, but it's all gone now and her real hair is in full display.

Strawberry blonde, a gorgeous blend of golden and subtle reddish undertones, reminiscent of ripe strawberries. The texture is silky smooth, with lose waves that adds to the natural beauty.

She looks different now, more real, more Lucien.

She can't find any trace of the image she spent eleven years building from the scratch. She just know that very soon, her family will come for her, and she's ready to face them.

Running never stopped her fate. She thought her smart move would pay off but rather it didn't. And now?

She's been discovered.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the dark room baths her completely, only freckles of light from the balcony shines brightly through the open space. She grabbed her phone and walked towards the balcony, stepping out and appreciating the silence.

She's now the only one living in here.

It's so cold, so dark, so scary.

She looks up front, leaning on the barricade separating her from falling over the edge. Her eyes are searching for him. It's been five days and she hasn't heard from him. It's like he vanished.

No breaking into her house. No creepy texts. No nothing.

A gnawing feeling settles deep inside of her and she blinked repeatedly.

Wait what?

Is she like.... Expecting his visits?

She should be appalled by his actions but instead, she's out here, by twelve midnight, waiting for him to magically show up.

"Lucy.... What is wrong with you?" She chaiste herself, pushing off the barricade and turning around.

Just as she was about to step inside her room, her phone beeped.

Thud.

Lucy immediately placed a hand on her chest. Her heart actually skipped a beat.

No one will ever message her by this time of the day if not him.

She slowly unlocked her phone, hitting the notification and she turned around to stare back at where he usually stands every single night.

Something deep within her moves instantly as she sights him, leaning against the tall tree and staring up at her, from the distance between them, she can see how he's covered in black. Nothing is giving him away.

Creeper: Looking for me?

She decided to save his strange number with the only thing she could think of.

Lucy: You aren't dèad?

Creeper: Should I be dèad?

Fuçk. He's way too conniving with words.

Lucy: You were shot at.

He reads the message, but doesn't reply, Lucy blows out a frustrated breath, and started scolding herself for wanting to keep a conversation with him.

"Ouch!" She suddenly yelped, pressing against her forehead as the feel of something metal that's been thrown hits her. It clatters to the ground and she slowly bends down to pick it up.

"What is this?" She muttered to herself. It's like a necklace, in the form of an oval shape, the pink color adding to the beauty but it has like a pointy end.

She squints, observing the object as realization hits her square in the face.

Creeper: That's the first bullet I took for both of us. A reminder that I will always protect you, even though you might be scared of me.

This guy.

So he actually painted the bullet and turned it into a necklace?. What was he expecting?. That she's going to wear it?

He didn't take a bullet for her.... Okay, technically he shielded them both, wait, does that mean he got hurt?

Lucy: I'm not scared of you.

She refused to probe on the attack.

Creeper: Everyone is scared of me.

Lucy: Who are you?

Creeper: Yours.

Lucy cursed under her breath.

He's obviously not going to tell her who he is, so she might as well just find a way to expose him.

But that would require entertaining him.

Hell no.

Creeper: Aren't you gonna come out let's play tonight. It's pretty dark out here.

Lucy: Nice try, Creep. But I'm not falling for that.

Creeper: Well, you know the saying.

Lucy blinked repeatedly.

Lucy: What saying?

Creeper: If my Sweetheart won't come to me, I'm definitely going to my sweetheart.

Lucy's heart sank as she looks down, but he's no longer standing there. She curled her fingers on her phone as she slowly turned around, facing her room and expecting the living room door to open all the way from here.

The necklace is hanging losely on her other hand, anticipation running deeply into her consciousness, but as seconds ticked by, he never came.

She drops to the ground, hugging her knees and staring at the necklace.

She just fell for his stupid mind games. He knows what he's doing, keeping her on her toes, and having her gaurds up. He's intentionally messing with her.

But she just know that what she feels about this whole shît is way deeper than hate.

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★Cafe★

Scribe Media is buzzing with different bodies as Lucy stepped in. She's holding onto her bag that has all she'll be needing to get on with the day, since she has taken off sometime to pursue her dreams, Melanie is now the one fully in charge.

This is the first time Lucy would be dressing casually in public.

It feels so weird but at the same time she loves the attention from onlookers.

Her sundress with a thigh-high slit, her legs covered in a 2 inch heels and her hair cascading all the way down to her àrse. She looks five years younger than her actual age. The stonic assistant manager has been replaced with an aspiring author.

Stepping further, her footsteps faltered immediately when someone called her name from behind. Something in her swells as she slowly turned around, she already knew who it was before seeing him.

Kyle— looking as attractive as shît, is standing a few feet after the entrance. His eyes are blinking repeatedly as he takes in Lucy's appearance, it's like he's in a alternate universe.

"Lucy?.... Is that you?" He asked and she slowly walked up to him. Her heart beating wildly against her chest as she stopped a few inches away.

"Yeah.... Why do you look so surprised?" She asked and he let's out an incredious laughter.

"You look so different." He voiced out, his hand coming up and cradling her beautiful face, she swallows at the feeling of him touching her, because yeah, it actually feels good.

"I'm still the same person." She said. "Just without the contact lenses and black hair." She adds, and his brows knitted forward in confusion.

"We'll get back to that later, but for now.... Woah." He pulled her forward with the hand holding onto her cheek that's now flushed red. "I'm still recovering from the whiplash." He said and she held onto her bag hanging on her shoulder tightly.

Her senses are tingling, which means people are watching, it doesn't require a soothsayer to know that videos are being taken, I mean, the CEO of Scribe Media is cradling her beautiful face like he wants to kiss her.

Her eyes widened slightly as she actually saw the look in his eyes.

And you know that feeling that ignited between them a few weeks ago?. It's back, and it's way stronger than before.

The heat brewing between the both of them is just pure chemistry. They both crave each other and longing for a taste. The feeling is so soothing that Lucy closed the distance between them, staring up at him and tuning out the whole Cafe.

• Oh my god, what's happening?

• Can you see that? I knew something was up from the first day we got chased out.

• Awww, they look so good together.

• Are they gonna kiss?

The murmurings ringing like a doomsday device has Lucy's breathing changing, she lets her hand come up to his chest, and the connection between them blossomed.

"Fuçk it." Kyle hand dropped from her face and cupped her nape, tugging her flushed against him. "Can I kiss you, please?" He pleads and something about the way he begged has her knees weakening.

"Yes." She answered without a doubt. And he craned her neck backwards to get a better angle of her tempting lips.

If he wasn't holding onto her, she would have fell to the ground.

The silence that stretches across the room has Kyle closing the distance between them. But just as his lips was about to touch hers, something crashed against the door as it shoots open, and Kyle was seen being roughly yanked away by callous hands.

Gasped echoed from everyone.

Lucy could barely recover from the sudden outburst when her face is being pulled in for a different kind of passion.

A rough kiss that's meant to dominate her soul and leave no crumbs.

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TBC.

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